my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
Finn knows very little about the search for Ascended souls, and he shakes his head gently, setting his briefcase down since they have paused to watch the ocean, the Spyglass burying his hands in his pockets. "I am not sure. When I met her she didn't mention anything like that to me, but perhaps you know her better than I," he says slowly, wondering how this could all link together.
His stormy gaze slides sideways towards her, the Spyglass catching the rage in it but for once not seeming to take it into himself as the cause. "The owl you saw, I was given it by Safrin," he explains. "She isn't like any creature I have encountered before. She brought me the book where I learned about this machine. So as far as I can gather, the Order is doing nothing about it. Which is why I am here."
His stormy gaze slides sideways towards her, the Spyglass catching the rage in it but for once not seeming to take it into himself as the cause. "The owl you saw, I was given it by Safrin," he explains. "She isn't like any creature I have encountered before. She brought me the book where I learned about this machine. So as far as I can gather, the Order is doing nothing about it. Which is why I am here."
FINN
